Miles and Maren lay entwined on the bed, hands wrapped around each other, sleeping peacefully.
The room was a testament to their passionate night, with clothes scattered everywhere.
Miles slowly sat up, his head pounding, exhaustion etched on his face.
He rolled onto his side, but he felt something heavy on his chest. He grumbled a bit, his left hand moving to his forehead as she tried to recall what had transpired the previous night.
His eyes fluttered open only to find Maren's hand on his chest. His eyes bulged out and slapped her hand away, glaring.
"What the fuck? Why am I here?" Rage burned through him, his voice low and menacing. His thoughts swirled around wondering how he had gotten to her.
Maren's expression softened. "You don't have to shout at me, Miles."
Miles scrambled off the bed, grabbing his shirt. "I need to get out of here."
